To the person who invented the alternating Post-It Note…I hate you. Like a lot.
When the Post-Its alternate, you have to figure out which side is up every single time. I constantly get it wrong and have to pull a new one, which is probably what the sicko inventor wants, so that he can sell more Post-Its.
I so badly want to walk up to him and pinch his tiny little balls until he cries Uncle. Yeah. Maybe then I’ll give him a wedgie and steal his lunch money. In front of everyone.